1/12/2014
Tears were streaming down my face, hot, angry tears. The type of tears that I hate the most. My throat felt scratchy and my nose felt stuffed.
Max's eyes followed a tear as it strolled down my face, and fell to the ground. He was shaking, clenching his knuckles so hard that they were turning white. "I thought you loved me!" He cried, his voice cracking.
"I do!" I wailed back. "I'm just not ready. I'm not ready for something that big."
Now Max's eyes were streaming. "Why didn't you talk to me Tay? It effects both of us. We both created it. I can't believe you would be so fucking selfish!" His voice wavered, and he gulped backed tears.
A sob wracked my chest. "I'm not ready! We're not ready!"
All of a sudden his face went near purple. "How the fuck would you know what I'm ready for?! I would have loved that child, and so would you if you gave it a fucking chance!"
I wiped my face, and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry Max. But it was the best thing for me to do. Maybe in a while we can try, but not now. I love you," I said.
He sniffled and wiped away a stray tear. He took one last look at me, and walked away.
